"You can't go! Even if the Beiming people are defeated, Xiao Linfeng can still kill all his dead soldiers, and then turn them into poisonous corpses and throw them into the water sources and key points in the capital!
Don’t forget, this is where he grew up, and no one is more familiar with the terrain inside than him!”
Ao Junxie's footsteps were frozen in place, his brows furrowed, and he was stunned.
Qing Kuang is right! The Xiao Linfeng in front of him is no longer the polite inner disciple of Slanta Academy. In order to regain the Beiming Capital, he can do anything...
"Let them in! Everything goes according to my original plan. You deal with Xiao Linfeng. Leave all the people in Miao Jiang to me!" [
Qing Kuang looked directly into Ao Junxie's eyes, his eyes filled with affirmation and determination.
After a long time, Ao Junxie nodded slowly and finally returned to the Fengyun Army.
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, followed by smoke, dust and debris, and the city gate of the Northern Underworld City was destroyed.
At the front were the Beiming soldiers, all armed with sharp blades. They had been bewitched by poison masters from the Miao border, and they were like ferocious beasts eager to break out of their cages. When they saw the people from the Fengyun Kingdom a hundred steps away, they immediately pounced on them with bared teeth and claws.
Come.
Whizzing!
A burst of arrows rained down, and the arrow branches that were fired together formed a huge black net, pointing overwhelmingly at the narrow passage at the city gate.
However, they were all absorbed by the bodies of the senseless dead soldiers at the front...
The dead men charged, with Xiao Linfeng and all the Miao poison masters following closely behind.
The people of the Northern Ming Kingdom used these unhelmeted and unarmored soldiers as shields for human flesh.
"Uh... it seems like this is going to be a head-on fight with real swords and guns!"
Duanmu Xiu slowly took out the long sword in his hand and looked at the empty capital square of Nuo Da. A group of dead warriors from the North Ming Dynasty with their bodies covered with arrows were screaming and rushing toward him, and he murmured in a low voice.
"What? Duanmu, can your legs still stand straight?"
On the side, Dongfang Mu wiped the sword in his hand and glanced at Duanmu Xiu gently. There was a hint of sarcasm hidden in his words. There was already a thin layer of dirt on the sword. He had not used it for a long time.
Got it!
"Hey, Mu, you underestimate me too much! Okay...I admit, at first I thought that I could go back safely with hundreds of thousands of troops here just to see the scenery, chat, and take notes...
…
But I didn’t expect that there would be a big scene involving the use of swords and guns, and I would personally participate in it! But... this time it’s finally a fight in an upright manner, and it’s time for me to stretch my muscles!”
As Duanmu Xiu spoke, he stood up straight and pointed the long sword in his hand at the dead soldier of Beiming in front of him, proving to everyone around him that he was not frightened to the point of weakening his legs.
In an instant, the dead soldiers of Beiming had rushed forward, and the sound of swords and swords suddenly sounded.
On one side were the Beiming warriors who had been controlled by evil magic and whose strength had suddenly increased, and on the other side were the Fengyun army who had just been suppressed by the retreating cowards. As soon as the two sides engaged, the battle immediately reached a fever pitch.
This formation is the most intense battle between Fengyun and Beiming since the war between the two sides...[
At the city gate in the distance, Xiao Linfeng was riding on a war horse, with a sinister smile flashing across his pale face.
"Hmph! Ao Junxie, you want to fight me head-on with more people! I will make you suffer real pain!"